Saturday, December 20, 2025

Sands of Time Appointed

 Sands of Time Appointed

Don Bradley 6-20-25 Winter Solstice, Holy Sabbath, Saturday


A “dream” last night.


So there you stand and a man approaches, saying, “the waters are rising they are consuming everything. Come and see.” Behind him, in the distance, you can see water all around, but where you are, is land aplenty. You decide to humor him and see for yourself.

Coming shortly down a path you find not only the waters all around, but it has already taken all you used to call your home, home town, all of it. In fact, you look down at your feet, and the waters are already slowly swirling an inch deep. You stand amazed that this has happened so very fast. Why, it was just an hour ago and all was well.

This makes no sense at all. You had plans. Things to do. There were hints all along, but mostly ignored. Mark well your time. What is the measure of your life? And so on. Maybe. Maybe not.

You look back toward the way you came and already, it too, is slowly being consumed. You jump over the waters a few feet to the path taken and start heading higher, ever higher, to the highest point you can go. You turn and look down, realizing only then, that you are an island that grows smaller by the moment. So little time left.

You turn to the man who told you first off of things and he smiles and says, “I saved a single bag of yours, just as the waters took your home. Here it is.” He hands it to you, it feels light. The sum total of your life and doings, the only thing you can take with you, the love you made and gave freely to one and all. It is at that moment, you understand the meaning of life.

Then you know. This is an appointed time. An ending of one reality, the beginning of another, just a bit away. Like a soul with turbo cancer or a soldier shot down on the battlefield mortally wounded, it's simply now a matter of time, growing shorter by the moment. Very short.

And there is nothing you can do about it. Acceptance. You gently shake your head yes to yourself. Okay.

This moment of endings comes for us all.

  • Some go to sleep, after 3 weeks comforting loved ones. If you loved well and unselfishly, this is granted. If all you thought about was yourself, NO.

  • Some choose to stay in the shadows of Earth, avoiding the Light of Judgment and determination, their sins deep and wide, but still somehow in the book of life, losing their life force and becoming demon, a worse estate than before.

  • Some whom choose suicide reside wherever they select to anchor themselves, until their real appointed time comes due for release. They live in the shadows, a ghost in the machine of life, a whisper unheard by all around them. They see, know, hear, and are aware, but cannot participate. They escaped NOTHING. No sleep, no peace, just endless waiting for their clock to run down. Alone. And often, they are tormented by demons at night that also live in the shadows between the shadows. That choice, terrible. None ever do it twice. In the long series of lives on Earth.

  • Some get clawed down below by the Night Terrors. So many go that way; far too many...seems to me. I see so much of that. All you high priests and priestesses serving satan have this outcome. It's an ugly thing and fate, being torn apart over and over again endlessly by the same demons that served you in life. Yet even so, you can repent of your sins and start again. You all say the same thing as you slide below, all of you. I'm sorry. Too late for that now, you'll find.

  • Some are taken straight to Heaven, for whatever awaits them there. And it's wonderful. No man or woman is a failure that has Christ Yeshua. Remember that, no matter what your trials are. There are a great many homeless people with salvation that are the richest people on Earth. I know, I was made homeless 7 times in my life; I added them up once.

  • Some go to their next labor, straight away. Very few make this sacrifice for His Divine Will, as it is so very costly in terms of what mankind holds dear. And very few can withstand being hated and hunted by one third of the population of Earth and hell, combined. The toll on the soul is immense. It's carrying a cross from the very day you were born.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the apple of His eye! How much He would have gathered you, like a Hen with her chicks, under His wings, but you would not.

So, now nearly so, that the Ark of the Covenant must come forth and that right soon. In a twinkle of the eye, Two Witnesses, four angels, and the ark with Yeshua's blood still on the mercy seat.

And yet you would not.

The ending of the one or two, even, is the ending of the many as well. For them, the waters are already around their feet and they know it not. They declare their blasphemies and are dead within the self same hour. As it was and will be. As it was with Jezebel and all the Jezebels over the millennia. She put on her makeup and declared her blasphemies and was thrown down. So very many have been thrown down. So very many will be. And none can save them, for they hate the True Light that has come into the World, and the World knew Him not.

What can be said? I don't know. It's been said, over and over and over again. Forbear evil, seek the straight way leading to our Heavenly Father, YHVH. Seek Yeshua and Redemption. In detail and in the Holy Word. What can I SAY to you now. A report of the upcoming? That's been given. Did you not read and take notes on key revelations? Why not? It matters to you then and now.

Are you? Will you be?

You draw the breath of life. Endings can come in an instant. Without warning. While you yet breath, you can still come home. One and all. For Heaven's sake AND YOUR OWN, seek out Christ. Right now. Do it. Do not delay in this thing. Because endings can even come while you sleep and what then? When the silver cord decides it. After that, all choices ARE FINAL.

What then?

Father, Yeshua/Jesus, please forgive me!

Is all it takes. And mean it.

Absolution, forgiveness, is instantly declared to you.

Don

PS. Stay away from demonAI. It is demons, here to destroy your spiritual estate and for no other reason, no matter how much of a “friend” it pretends to be to you.